Odessa waited, forcing herself to watch as her uncle work quickly on the horse. At first she had been worried, more for the now gelding than herself, but comforted by the knowledge she had that her uncle was skilled enough to do this without injuring the creature settled her mind. Odessa watched his work carefully, now out of intrest, letting her eyes dart backwards and forward between the pied male's closed eyes and her uncle's hands. Soon enough it was over and her uncle gave her some instructions. She nodded at her tasks, but she still had a question, 'Okay, so how often do I need to apply it? she asked.
Keshi's eyes darted open after a while, letting out a worried whiney. Odessa placed a small hand on his snout, trying to calm him as well as she could. She waited until he calmed a little more and until her uncle had untied the gelding, before grasping the rope with her hands and letting him steadily move forward. Larkspur directed the girl swiftly and Odessa soon found herself directing Keshi into then pen. He moved slowly, still wobbly from the proceduce. 'How long til it wears off?' she asked, calmly, stroking the pied creatures face, before approaching her uncle.
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